Sunday, August 17, 2008
The Time Machine
Summer is zipping by faster than a speeding bullet, it seems. Part of my perception has to do with the many moons I've spent in this body, but I also believe that because this summer has been so perfect in terms of weather, it seems in some way that spring never ended. This morning, for instance, cool and soft, but not humid, with a gentle breeze and bright blue skies, could easily be an early June day - well - except that the roses are way past their peak, the migrating birds are long gone, and the tough late summer flowers are all out in force. Usually those flowers, like marigolds, black eyed susans and other daisy varieties, plus sunflowers, etc. have nasty heat and humidity to push up against. This year, it's all so easy. Am I imagining that they look kind of bored this year?
Summer has been smooth and pleasant for me, so unlike the churning and flopping around I usually experience, especially in August. There have not been exceptional highs this summer, but no exceptional lows either. I am not complaining.
One minor disappointment was Natalie Angier's book The Canon. From what I heard about it, I believed her book would be a great way to come to a deeper understanding of the sciences. Turns out the rumors I heard were not true. Angier is as bad as the woman who wrote Eat, Pray, Love in terms of her narcissism. She finds her own experiences while interviewing scientists, her own history with science, so darling that she can't help but tell us all about herself while slipping in a few facts about science, a few quotes from the scientists themselves, between her vignettes. She loves her cute metaphors so so so much. In every sentence she is compelled to show us how adorable she is.
She insulted me, too, by insisting first that all questions in science are open questions, but then saying that the idea of an objective reality that exists outside the perception of all of us, is not an open question. She goes on to ridicule anyone stupid enough to believe in mystery and magic.
Oh well, a bad book is hardly worth a second thought especially as I cruise through summer 2008, riding in the flesh and blood time machine of this particular incarnation, surrounded as I am by beauty, wonder, the love of friends and family, and all the untold mysteries that keep life interesting.
A salute to life, to the weather gods of this summer in this place, and much gratitude, too. L'chaim!
My favorite way to encounter the Capitol, from in front of the Summerhouse, a brick water garden with a grotto, fountains and benches. The Summerhouse is one of the most healing locations in DC. I love the way the Capitol looks so regal from this angle.